She Hailed

She hailed from Planet Claire, where it was clear she belonged. Her ride, a sleek Plymouth Satellite, zipped through the cosmos faster than light itself. On Planet Claire, the air shimmered in shades of pink, while crimson trees stood tall. It was a place of strange immortality, where no one dies and, curiously, no one has a head. Some speculate she's from Mars, or perhaps from one of those seven stars that twinkle after 3:30 AM. But they're mistaken.